The soldiers who were originally guarding the soup pot all drew their swords, so where could they let them run away?

More cavalry also poured in from the slope at the same time, surrounding the Meng army.

The Liang Dynasty soldiers had excellent cavalry skills, and were by no means comparable to those of the Meng soldiers. They clamped their legs on horseback, grabbed the rope with one hand and waved the knife with the other hand, making them feel at ease.

How did Hou Qiyun's apprentice lose his head?

Hou Qiyun's old eyes were shining with tears in his eyes, and he turned around in a daze and helpless manner.

Then he saw that King Xuan's tent finally moved.

King Xuan walked out, under the sparkling fire, his face was handsome but cold, as if he had entered the ordinary gods.

Behind him were the Xuan Armored Guards with Dragon Bird Swords on their waists, and they were all very powerful.

King Xuan didn't even look at him, so he turned over and took the Xuanjia Guard straight for Lin Gu.

Wherever they passed, the Meng soldiers fell down.

King Xuan's soldiers were also the same as his style.

They cut their swords quickly and quickly, without any sound. At first glance, they looked like ghost soldiers and made people feel cold and terrifying, and sharp and hard to bear.

Hou Qiyun stood there, his scalp tingled when he saw it.

The King of Wei came to take over the command, but was captured again. Hou Qiyun came here every day to ask His Highness to send troops, and his words were quite resentful that His Highness did not know the general knowledge.

These pieces have stretched the strings in everyone's mind to the extreme.

The silence is their anger.

"Please leave quickly!" Someone pulled Lin Gu's sleeve.

But Lin Gu was angrily thrown away.

He glared wide, and he sang the scriptures of worshipping Xian Ruopu in his mouth, holding a short knife in his hand, and then came straight up.

There was no change on King Xuan's face, and he only stared at him expressionlessly, as if he was staring at a ball of meat that was destined to rot.

At that moment, Lin Gu recalled the gods worshipped in the temple.

A clamor sounded.

The blade collided and made a clear sound.

numb!

Lin Gu held the hilt tightly with one hand and dared not relax, and his teeth clenched unknowingly.

King Xuan's wrist was extremely strong, but when he pushed forward like a freehand brush, Lin Gu felt that the cracks of his bones seemed to be cracking.

He couldn't resist it, and the blade cut into his shoulder.

Lin Gu shouted in pain.

Several people surrounded him and wanted to save him, but were stopped by Xuanjia Guard. They were warriors of the Meng clan, but Xuanjia Guard also took one as ten.

"Your wife is very beautiful." King Xuan suddenly moved his lips and spit out the four words expressionlessly.

His voice was low, and he whispered like a king of hell in the dark night.

What? Lin Gu hasn't reacted yet.

King Xuan suddenly withdrew his knife.

Lin Gu only felt more pain on his shoulders, and then he grabbed the hilt of the knife tighter, trying to fight again with momentum...

"call out".

The blade tore the air.

Lin Gu only felt a stream of blood flowing down his cheeks.

It turned out that his ears flew out.

"...I offer it quickly?" King Xuan said again.

Lin Gu finally remembered it.

That was a provocative letter written by Gan Zixu before!

He had long forgotten!

Seeing that King Xuan was about to lift the knife again.

Lin Gu's mind buzzed, and an idea flashed instinctively - he had to keep his ears aside!

So he didn't want to fall sideways, and the knife fell on his shoulder again.

All the meat on the shoulders was peeled off.

Lin Gu was in unbearable pain and a howl squeezed out from his throat.

But he received a heavy reward before his feet, and he was afraid of fighting. What is his face?

At this time, a big knife stretched out from the slant, blocking King Xuan's castration.

"Yao Minghui?" Hou Qiyun shouted out his name in horror, "Are you still alive?"

Yao Minghui smiled and said, "Yes, now I see an old friend. You either have a soul for the knife or I have a meat on the anvil."

"Your Highness! Yao Minghui is good at using swords and is known as ghost swords!" Hou Qiyun shouted hurriedly. He was old, so he naturally had seen Yao Minghui in Xingyi Army back then.

King Xuan still had no expression and raised his hand and shook it.

The blade flew out, but it was still connected with long and heavy iron chains.

The iron chain wrapped Lin Gu's neck and took him off the horse. The other end of the blade also wiped off Yao Minghui's hair.

Yao Minghui dodged away, his face slightly changed: "King Xuan is not too heavy..."

"Why did you turn to the Meng clan?" King Xuan asked him.

Yao Minghui said: "We are irreconcilable with the Emperor of Liang..." When he said this, he unconsciously fell into King Xuan's eyes.

The handsome and solemn young man in front of him seemed to have seen the spring and autumn for decades, with the power to see through people's hearts.

His cold eyes reached the depths of Yao Minghui's soul, as if questioning his soul.

Yao Minghui shook off this strange feeling and leaned over to save Lin Gu.

But Lin Gu had been dragged to King Xuan's war horse.

Lin Gu's temples were bulging, his face turned blue, and he waved the knife in his hand, but he could only cut the air.

Yao Minghui sighed with an ugly expression, stopped entanglement, and turned around and left with his own people.

When Lin Gu was appointed as the commander, the benefits were obvious.

A dignified national teacher drives soldiers to be relaxed and free, making the will of the upper and lower levels consistent.

But once they encounter adversity, such as now... when the soldiers find that the national gurus they highly respect are so vulnerable, as if they are not blessed by the virtuous Ruopu, the morale of the army will suddenly collapse.

King Xuan lifted his eyelids: "You go away?"

Yao Minghui didn't look back.

Their riding and shooting skills are far superior to those of the Meng people, and they are not something that anyone can keep if they want to!

At this moment, only a louder sound could be heard approaching.

The sound of horse hooves and the voice of killing.

As it got closer and closer, the entire Guanlingpo was vibrated.

Who is coming?

Is it the reinforcements of the Liang Dynasty? Or the reinforcements of the Meng tribe?

No one knows.

Until someone came to raise a flag.

Yao Minghui looked closely and said, "...Anxi Army!"

Yao Minghui stopped running away and turned around to welcome King Xuan.

Hou Qiyun reacted: "You have provoked the Anxi Army?"

Yao Minghui smiled and said, "That's right! The Anxi army was originally a rebel army, and we are also a rebel army. What's wrong with joining together?"

But he just finished speaking.

But Anxi Army slashed a Meng soldier with a knife.

As soon as the Meng soldiers came, more swords were added.

Yao Minghui's expression gradually subsided: "...Is the counter-insurance failed?"

Hou Qiyun's heart fell heavily, and this sentence was suffocated again.

It took only a few hours before and after this? His heart suffered repeated torture.

Late at night.
To be continued...